If Po Meng Were My Master

When she woke up, she was by the Naihe Bridge, her mind was filled with emptiness, and she had forgotten all about the past. Meng Po often lamented that her amnesia was more powerful than the bowl of Meng Po soup. In order to retrieve her memory, she worshiped Po Meng as her teacher. She wanted to learn a good skill, but instead she followed Po Meng every day... Selling soup? Thus, a young girl with amnesia in her prime stepped into a life of selling soup that she would never return to by the Naihe Bridge, and started a life of adventure in selling soup.